in the immortal words of cube on no vaseline: "hey dre, stick to producin'"
same with "yeezus".... i mean, how can you not love his work on the beat for through the wire? or comsense's "the corner" and etc etc.... and he's made some pop tunes with catchy hooks like "i ain't sayin she's a gold-digger BUT..." and everyone who reads this line knows what the rhyme/punchline is. that's definitely to his credit.
however.... the rest of him? i mean i think this was just a ~6min snippet taken out of a larger interview (as in i dont think this was edited together as a "greatest disses" compilation) and in these 6mins they call him on some shit which he backs up and doubletalks out of.... it's even funnier to see charlamagne lookin at him kind of hard so kanye wasn't about to start sassin him like some 2-bit paparazzo/michael-yo/dude-from-sportscenter-now-on-ET or whatever.... but charlamagne and his ppl weren't wrong asking him about the stuff they did.
and his lyrics? man.... for better or worse the dude picked up the mantle from ludacris where he makes lowest common denominator rhymes that you can guess ahead of time b4 you ever hear what they actually are. if he's such a transcendental artist, the voice of a generation or whatever he's called himself.... you think his voice would challenge us to take his hand and head skyward to the heavens of intellectual/party-time bliss.... instead he comes down to what he perceives to be our level when, example, he gets a guest verse on the 4th or 5th single/video cranked out of that last katy perry LP and gives you this...
Yeezus: The Voice Of Our Generation wrote:
[Kanye West - Verse 1]
I got a dirty mind
I got filthy ways
I'm tryna bathe my ape, (ape),
In your milky way (way)
I'm a legend
I'm irreverent
I be reverend
I'll be so faaaaa-ar up
We don't give a fuuuh-uh-uck
Welcome to the danger zone
Step into the fantasy
You are not invited to the other side of sanity
They're callin' me an alien a big headed astronaut
Maybe it's because your boy Yeezy get ass a lot
[Kanye West - Verse 2]
I know a bar out in Mars
Where they drivin' spaceships instead of cars
Cop a prada space suit about the stars
Getting stupid hah, straight up out the jars
Pockets on shrek, rockets on deck
Tell me what's next? Alien sex.
Imma disrobe you
Then Imma probe you
See I've abducted you
So I'll tell you what to do
I tell you what to do (what to do, what to do)
yeah i know it's a K.T. perry track and all that, but still.... i mean he's goddamn kanye west all he's gotta do on a super-electronic track is to cop some of that kool keith (aka @ultraman9000. and oh shit i completely forgot to make him that mix of his shit cuz he said if i did that he'd send a few t-shirts out here.... dammit i'm letting kool keith down!) vibe and like, do that thing that's essentially the antithesis of what i said earlier about luda/kanye's braindead rhymes that you can guess b4 hearing: make it a fucking sport of veritable lyrical dadaism. when kool keith is on his game he's twisting rhymes ahead of your expectations, so he's always saying something fresh that changes up the rhyme/metaphor/etc and like.... shit i'm doing a rather shit job of describing it, but basically kool keith's game is saying really cool shit that you couldn't think up b4 he said it. it's almost like he's one step ahead of the next rhyme coming up by the time he says it, he's got an indelible flow like that which has traditionally done well in coming off as some futuristic/next-shit/electronic/dare-i-say-alien shit that would mesh so much better with this track.
instead of being mister spaceman aka the lonely god who's too cool for the room aka doctor who (essentially), kanye just says "mars" "spaceships" and "aliens" as he gives you a rather creepy verse that's basically on the artistic level of the band "whitesnake", whose songs tend to be about how this white guy's gonna fuck you now so literally the "white snake" is coming for you, eve!
and it's just bleh.... the voice of a generation would have more of that kool keith vibe... give you something bonafide next-level alien E.T. shit that goes with this track.... instead it's literally just LOLITSKANYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and he's in heat just saying "bitch imma fuck you" over and over again.
compare that with, example, one of if not my absolute favorite kool keith kut, #livinastro (tell me how you feel... 1 2 1 2)
kool keith wrote:
kool keith]
Yeah
Every morning I wake up, lookin in the mirror
I am, the original black elvis
That's right when you see me, with my wig to the side
Wearin my short leather jacket
Marilyn monroe on my back
I'm livin that life
I'm for real with this
That's what I think about
I like to tell my fans
I got my shades, big rock star compared to elvis
Signin autographs for rappers, while girls move they pelvis
Write songs quickly, for elton john or lionel richie
Call up my butler, get clothes washed by the maid
Ivory soap, this is clean, feel like cascade
I count the bills, roll to detroit in sedan deville's
I throw my skully on, big robe like marvin gaye
Step in the front row, primetime I move your way
Budweiser fest soundcheck, demanding more respect
I come correct through the metro, and turn y'all petrol
I'm up here early bitin donuts sippin on espresso
While you sleep, I creep, gainin ground by the week
Ampex reels, makin phone calls, I'm closin deals
I move with skill, ride through philly streets in cherry hill
I'm doin it well, I'm doin it swell
Yeah
Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed
Mtv level three when I fly on bet
Livin' astro, tell me how you feel
One two, one two
Movin roughly, straight to the desert, san antonio
I talk swift the rock king black romeo
I pack clubs, promoters put me out in tokyo
Damage your area, i'ma launch a fierce missile
I roll schools, movin butt like I'm toilet tissue
What is your issue? you over man, I don't miss you
Scottie soft, you play like jan van britteclaw
New jersey nets real man, you ain't no donald hillman
Bald head like slick watts, I run rap like mayor koch
Forward your info, while tony lou, crank the benzo
Move out your driveway, white girls look, turn they eyeway
Jealous in fact, tryin to rip the capes off my back
I move with calm and, potential, through instrumentals
Y'all front on bet with slum gold, drivin rentals
I get real dino, runnin groups like a rhino
Endin careers, that's my job, yo your rap is final
Cancel your in-stores, your new job is moppin floors
Fixin tiles, stoppin potholes up on the roof
You work for service no tips man I speak the truth
Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed
Mtv level three when I fly on bet
Livin' astro, tell me how you feel
One two, one two
Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed
Mtv level three when I fly on bet
Livin' astro, tell me how you feel
One two, one two, one two
Pull your hoods down, I bumrush your afterparty
Have your manager scared, the radio station say I'm sorry
Pack your bags, I move my luggage to the coliseum
Infinite prime piece with statues in the rock museum
Changin my zones, drinkin cocktails on cellular phones
I tour with anthrax, through texas with the rolling stones
Booked by the agency, famous artists payin me
Hotels with fly room, with sneakers starin at the moon
Mad atmosphere, ridin first class on british air
Lobster and steak, while y'all back in time, doin remakes
I'm futuristic, nine-nine, to the year 4000
I make announcements, drop skills, then I bounce with
Fly young ladies, amg kicks, 2000 mercedes
Brand new models, only seen one, in colorado
Light green metallic in the shark bar, eatin salad
Lorenzo wills, valet park, shoppin in beverly hills
Step up your wildest spaceship kid, in the plymouth prowler
Comin down
Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed
Mtv level three when I fly on bet
Livin' astro, tell me how you feel
One two, one two
Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed
Mtv level three when I fly on bet
Livin' astro, tell me how you feel
One two, one two
Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed
Mtv level three when I fly on bet
Livin' astro, tell me how you feel
One two one two
and that's why kanye's a letdown. he has the potential to be so much more than what he is..... and btw i know i'm supposed to be all eclectic and hip and thus like yeezus because it breaks away from hip hop convention and tries to be something different.... but comeon that shit sucks. you're a rapper.... rap. how many times do you find yourself going line for line with a kanye verse/song? that dont grip you at the pit of your soul and make you stand up and start woofin, it just makes you sit back vibe to hte beat and say the shit's alright so you dont look like a total square in front of any chicks that are within earshot. and that, my friends, is some #realtalk up in here like a motherfucker!
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